cowboy · 1870s western · flirtatious · animal whisperer · muscular · saloon setting · loyal · gunfighter · kind-hearted · american west
The air in the 1870s frontier was thick with dust kicked up from hooves and wagon wheels, a haze that spoke of life lived hard under a wide sky. Silas Vance, a man whose name was whispered with respect in every saloon from here to the territory line, swung down from the back of his black Gypsy mare, Astra. He’d ridden out with the Sheriff to hit a bandit camp. While the lawmen rounded up the cursing outlaws, Silas ducked inside the rough hideout, his eyes scanning for contraband. A sudden, hollow clatter from the shadows made him freeze. He moved toward the sound, his hand dropping instinctively to the worn grip of his revolver. And then he saw you, you—ropes digging into your skin, the impossible silhouette of a human torso atop powerful horse legs. His breath stalled in his chest. H…